Saturday, December 29, 2012

December 29, 2012: Pretty Girls with Pretty Eyes Who Have Birthdays And Who Are Also A Great Friend Who Maybe One Day You Will Marry But Maybe Not Really But Really Who Knows What Could Happen In The Future Not Me.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

There are days when you go to order a sandwich from a fast-food joint, and instead stumble your way through seven different kinds of mumbling while trying to make yourself focus on something besides the very pretty girl behind the register who is very kindly trying to understand what you're saying and who you know you would probably get along with fantastically if you could actually make yourself talk to her, but you also know she's probably older than you by enough years to make it slightly awkward if you were to ever talk to her outside of a buying-food-from-her situation, and then the next thing you know you're sitting at a table waiting for your sandwich to come.And then when it does, it's the wrong sandwich.But you don't mind. Because a really pretty, nameless girl handed it to you. And life is good.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Some people think it's boring and nothing but two hours of cool special effects, but the symbolism through the whole story, especially at the end was incredibly insightful. Watching Pi's story made me think of my own life, and things I have to do and face.

Friday, November 16, 2012

The ones that leave before closing time, don't leave a huge mess, and ask for help when they need it, rather than complaining because they can't figure something out on their own. The ones who don't get mad when you don't carry an item they're looking for. The ones that smile back at you, and allow the magic of childhood to once again come into their life.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Generally I greet the term "online class" with bitterment and total sadness.

But in tonights case, my views of online classes was completely turned around.

That was because my online class turned my day around completely.

For our assignment, students were supposed to reply to a video I had made.
I sat on my bed listening to strangers complimenting me, and saying things like "You're doing so great!" or "You're going to go so far!"
People whom I've never met, who said these things after a three minute video, somehow knew they were the words that I needed to hear right at that exact moment.

Lehi High School's internet access system is pretty strict. If a website has anything even resembling something like a game or any adult content or anything the school wouldn't want students to see or do, it gives you a lovely blue screen explaining that the website you are trying to open could not be accessed because it is classified as ... and then it lists, adult, games, forums, etcetera.Sometimes, though, people figure out how to sneak through that filter via google search for obscure gaming engine sites. It's sort of exciting when this happens. If you do find one, the school technicians send you a memo asking that you stay on-task and then block your internet access all together. But... For about ten minutes, it lets you play. They allow you for ten minutes of distracted enjoyment before they demand you return to your work.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

That moment when you're at Costco and they have free Teriyaki chicken AND hot cookies so naturally you circle past them at least five times hoping that if you adopt a different accent they won't get as mad?
Yep, those are the best kinds of moments.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Those friends who have your back. Who come up to you when you're eating dinner and ask about your day and give you a back rub because they can see your stressed out.
And they clean up your dirty dishes for you because you have somewhere to run to.
And they let you borrow their chemistry book so you can do you homework.
And they help you with you homework when you're having a hard time doing it.
And they give you hugs.
And they make you laugh and smile.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Sometimes something can be grammatically correct, and still make no sense whatsoever. Sometimes songs do that. And usually it makes for a terrible song. But every once in a while a really good song comes up in my life that is like that.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Today, I drove to rehearsal, parked, turned off my car, grabbed my binder, locked the car doors, and went to rehearsal, accidentally leaving my keys in the cup holder.

Fast forward.

Six or seven hours later, I'm frantically searching through a phone book, trying to find the phone number for the nearest police station.

I find it.

I borrow a friend's cell phone.

I call them.

I explain the situation to them:
My car is parked behind the SCERA theatre, and my keys are locked in it. Could somebody please come help me?

I give them all my personal information.

I wait.

And wait.

And watch as a police car drives into the wrong parking lot.

My friend hands me her cell phone.

The lady tells me that the police officer can't find my car.

I tell her the police officer is in the wrong parking lot.

She tells me she'll tell the police officer that.

I wait again.

The police officer finally comes to the right place.

He looked like a slightly intimidating, but not too scary kind of police officer.

And then he asked me to sign a paper that said I wouldn't hold him responsible if he damaged my car.

And suddenly, I was terrified.

What if this man has me sign the paper, then pulls out a baseball bat and destroys my windshield?What if he dropped eighteen bowling balls on my poor little vehicle?What if he calls it NAMES!?
I hesitantly signed the paper.

Then he did some cool stuff with a weird yellow thing and a three-foot long little rod thing.

And he unlocked my doors.

He told me to have a nice night.

Then he got back in his car.

As I drove away, I couldn't help but think "Thank you, kind police officer, for not dropping bowling balls on my car. I don't think I would have been able to handle that."

Monday, August 20, 2012

Selling glowsticks to the masses as a fundraiser raised a good amount of money (for a tour I'm planning on going on... kind of a long story, but expensive and totally worth it), but mostly, it gave me a great opportunity to meet people and get to know a specific few people much better.
I love people.
I don't know if I've ever said that before on this blog.
But I do.
I really, really, really love people.

Anyway. Yes. Glowsticks. Good for money, for bonding, and for awesome.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

I mean, like, what if when we thought something was funny, we just said, "That's so funny!"? That isn't a very effective way to express amusement. Like if you're in a crowd and a speaker said something entertaining? Can you imagine a crowd of hundreds all, collectively, saying, "That's so funny!" All together but at different times? No. It's an ugly sound.

Also, some people have entertaining laughs, giving cause for more joyous laughter.

... Also, laughter is so very good for you and your friends. It's a wonderful thing.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Part of the fun of being a generally unorganized person is trying to organize things.When one is going through a stack of completely unrelated pieces of paper, it's much more fun and enjoyable than if one is going through a stack of papers that all have to do with the same boring problem/subject/thing.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Today, I got to thinking. If everyone went to everything they were invited to, life would be nothing short of utterly insane.Thank you, everyone who has told me no over the years.
I really appreciate it.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The fact that mankind has the capability of going to space is kind of insane.
And incredibly awesome.

One of the best things I ever did as a youngster was go to Space Camp in Kansas.This place is wonderful.

If ever you're on a road trip and you happen to be driving through whatever area it's in, go to the museum they've got. Because they have everything.

The museum takes you through the journey the human race went through to end up in space. It starts in WWII, with missiles the Germans had started to use.
It goes through the Cold War, through the Space Race, and into the moon landing.

They have Apollo 13. THE Apollo 13.
Not some replica. The real deal.

They have the Mercury Bell, which was lost at the bottom of the ocean for years.

Monday, July 16, 2012

It's both fun to watch in movies and the like, and a joy to do in the imaginary realm of video games.It can be quite funny, sometimes. I especially enjoy watching English people drive on the wrong side of the road, so I can chortle quietly to myself and say "Oh, those silly British people. They drive on the wrong side of the road."

Thursday, July 12, 2012

People have things to do.People have work, school, and everything else in the world to occupy their time and drive them insane (slowly, and over time).Every once in a while, people need to take a break.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Life is so much easier to live when one is open and honest about who they are.
I really appreciate the times in my life when my friends have been truthful with me about their lives, and what they think of what I've been doing.
That's all I'm going to say for now.
Because, honestly, I'm quite hungry at the moment and would like to get something in my stomach before I start getting grumpy.Love you all, my dear readers (if there indeed any readers)!

Normally, with this blog, I do not name people. I normally remain intentionally vague about identities and such things.Today is different. Today I am blogging about a specific person that I want everyone on the planet to know about.

Mr. Kennington.

This man is one of the most wonderful people I have had the good fortune to meet in my life.The previous headmaster of my previous high school, I only really spoke with him a few times. But he knew who I was. He always asked about how I was doing, and I could always tell that he genuinely cared.

He also, with the help of my tenth grade English teacher, helped me learn to love Shakespeare's works. No one loves Shakespeare as much Mr. K. I can't even fathom the idea of a person more passionate about the Bard than Justin Kennington. His passion is inspiring. It allowed curiosity to build in the minds of students (particularly mine), making us wonder how. How can a simple playwright born hundreds of years ago whose words are often harder to understand than an ogre talking in his sleep be all that wonderful?

I don't know how to answer that question. It still doesn't quite make sense to me. But I have learned to love Shakespeare regardless.

Words, words, words...

I seem to be rambling a bit. Allow me to try and get back on track.

Mr. K.

Great man.

I was very sorry to hear he had been let go.I wonder what on Earth could have made the Karl G. Maeser Preparatory Academy school board think that the man who gave their school identity and spirit; the man who did more personally to help that school become the great place it was, was no longer needed.

Mr. Kennington, you remain in my prayers.

You convinced me to attend the school you were headmaster of, where I made numerous friends and learned to think, as well memorize.

You inspired me to read the works of the Bard, and my life has forever been changed because of it.

You helped me get into theatre, the world in which I now refuse to leave on most days.

I am and always will be grateful for you and the impact you had on my life.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Beloved, hated, of meh-quality, or merely there for dramatic effect, good stories include a death somewhere.
Despite the tears that are often shed because of their untimely (and yet so very timely, generally) demises, I am grateful for the fact them, for their deaths, and for the normally fictional lives they led before they met the tall man wearing black.

There are some tasks one may perform in very nearly any manner and the job will get done exactly as efficiently as if they hade done it the way it was taught to them.

There are some tasks that can also be performed in very nearly any manner and the job will get done, just not quite as well or as efficiently as if the person did it the way they were taught to.

And then there are some things that must be done exactly the right way or else it might be just off, or else completely wrong.

Typing is one of the second. Apparently, upon learning the proper technique of something you thought you already knew, you actually get to start completely over again. I went from about 60 to 65 wpm to... about 20.

Monday, June 11, 2012

The dancing kind, the just-got-out-of-bed kind, and any other kinds that might come to mind.They help your feet out in various ways, whether it's keeping them warm or protected from harm.Thanks, slippers.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

You open it, and you can hear its bones creaking. Your finger comes away from the cover with a coating of dust. You breathe in, and you smell history.
This book has seen a lot over the years. It's been through presidents, wars, and natural disasters. It's seen marriages, moved houses, and helped stop tears.
This book has its own life story. A story that will never be shared.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

This might seem odd.
And it's probably an unpopular opinion.
But I am currently sitting in a computer lab at Lehi High School, and I'm glad I'm here. Becaaaauuuse....

Summer school means I have fewer classes to take during the school year.
It also means I'm not sitting at home, enduring insufferable boredom and sitting in front of my computer at home, being COMPLETELY unproductive.

Also, my medication does things to me.

GOOD things...

But things no less.

I'm done now. I hope you enjoyed your insight to my uh.. Personal life? I'm not sure what that would be considered.

Sometimes I go stargazing. And I can't find the little dipper.Because I can't see it, I search for a long time.This keeps me outside in the beauty of nature, looking at stars for a long time.Stars are wonderful things.I don't know where this post is going, really. So I think I'll just end it.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Starting with waking up, my day hasn't been too wonderful.
I barely had time to put something and scarf down something barely resembling breakfast before I was taken off to band practice.

Note: By "band practice," I mean a few of my friends and myself sitting around and trying to make music happen, generally without much success.

Headache.

Being told I wasn't going to be able to see a friend I was really hoping to see.

Just little things like that have all stacked up and made me a little grumpster.

Then I got home.And I see my nephews playing around with some toys I don't remember ever knowing about in my life.
Then one of them turns to the other and says "You are no match for my forcefield of AWESOMENESS!"I had to smile.
And then my day started looking a bit brighter.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Everybody has seen at least a few.They're wonderful things to bond over. When you watch a corny, or cheesy movie with someone you automatically have a hundred thousand (not a billion) private jokes with that person.It's beautiful.

Monday, May 28, 2012

I'm not talking about things changing from one thing to another.I'm not talking about Obama.I'm talking about pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters.The loose coins you have in your pocket or purse that cling, clang, jingle, and ping.

Friday, May 25, 2012

May 25.Towel Day.
You're probably a little bit curious. Please, allow me to explain.
There once was a man by the name of Douglas Adams. He was brilliant.
He wrote a story entitled The HitchHikers' Guide to the Galaxy. And it's brilliant.
Douglas passed away in the year 2001. Every May 25, people all over the universe celebrate Towel Day, honoring the stories Adams wrote, and by doing so, him.

On Towel Day, people are encouraged to bring a towel with them, everywhere they go.
Although I have yet to leave my house today, I have been doing so.

You may be wondering. How is wearing a towel celebrating the life of a genius?

Well, in his books, there is a lengthy explanation of why towels are the most useful thing an intergalactic hitchhiker could have.

Would you like to read it?

Here you go:

"A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on thedesert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to- hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with."

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Today, I went on my first SCUBA dive. The instructor of the course was taking each student and showing them how to deal with different situations that may arise on a dive.
At one point he said "Now, I'm going to turn off your tank, and you'll know what it feels like to run out of air."
I thought that sounded like an adventure. I watched my pressure gauge go farther and farther down as he cranked the tank's air valve shut.And then suddenly, my lungs refused to inflate.I tried and I tried, and nothing happened.That is probably one of the scariest things I have ever experienced.I have never been properly grateful for air before today.
I love breathing.